It's frustrating to try, humanly, to be a good person every day and to be met, every day, with lascivious and destructive malice.
Part of what's frustrating about it is that a lot of the malice is directed at me by people who seem unable to figure out that I'm not bad or stupid or worthless. If the only thing that would make them change their minds about me is if I were suddenly to make a lot of money or get respected by someone whom, in their herdlike way, they respect, then they can and should withhold their shallow, smarmy accolades from me forever.
Although it causes a lot of problems, it is almost flattering to be the sort of person whom really mean people hate.
Copyright L. Kochman, May 4, 2015 @ 6:33 p.m.
